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Thanks in part to the new genetics codes that assured that all full-grown adult feet grew to a reasonable* men’s size 8, shoe shopping at Sears became quite simple.
<small>Smith vs. MicroNike, 298 U.S. 534 (2295)</small>
I’m just the average of my parents.
I am told that great leaps of awareness were made in the 1960’s in the muddy fields of a dairy farm in New York, and since I myself was born in 1961, I’ve always had high hopes that some of this enlightenment was passed onto me in my genetic code; I do have a love of ice cold milk, so apparently some of what went on at that dairy farm was programmed into me, but I’d be lying to you if I told you I wasn’t hoping for a bit more.
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